Adrik stepped out of the dressing room, clad in a white turtleneck and white pants. He strolled over to the chair at the table to sit down and have his hair combed. "Little wife, you don't have to do it okay. You're still quite we-." He was yet to finish his words when a knock from Leia landed on his head.
He immediately turned his head only to see her sealing her lips tightly to resist herself from laughing. "Why did you do that?" He asked, and Leia cackled softly, then turned his head to have him look at the mirror. "Relax."
She picked up the hair oil and brush, then began to brush his hair. She combed it when she was done and glimpsed him through the mirror. "Adrik, I think it's best to let it down since you're not going anywhere today." She suggested it and he nodded at her.
